Who changes, who even slows this dead dazzling drunk in the wings of life we live?

News comes from nowhere.

This cream will help one’s nature strengthen and grow, The diet gives support in my decline.

Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I’d house all the poor scholars and make them beam with smiles.

This morning's scene is good and fine, Long rain has not harmed the land.

After the battle, many new ghosts cry, The solitary old man murmurs in his grief.

My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.

Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men.

Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I'd house all the poor scholars and make them beam with smiles

O, from the ancient days always there have been travelers. So why should I grieve?